Soft chirping morning.
I roll my leaden limbs,
Stretching toward the
Space where you slept.
Sun kisses the window.
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Sleep Intertia, By: Dawn Levitt
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Soft chirping morning.
I roll my leaden limbs,
Stretching toward the
Space where you slept.
Sun kisses the window.
Write poetry? Submit your poem to Poetry Catalog